Posted on 06/08/2004 2:03:27 PM PDT by al baby
People over 35 should be dead.
Here's why ...
According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's, or even maybe the early 70's probably shouldn't have survived.
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, ... and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.)
As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
Horrors! We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes.
After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
NO CELL PHONES!!!!!
Unthinkable!
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms.
We had friends!
We went outside and found them.
We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt.
We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
They were accidents.
No one was to blame but us.
Remember accidents?
We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team.
Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade.
Horrors!
Tests were not adjusted for any reason.
Our actions were our own.
Consequences were expected.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law.
Imagine that!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever.
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
And you're one of them!
Congratulations!
Please pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good !!!!!
People under 30 are WIMPS !
we called it ringolevio
we use to fly kites with razors on them and have dog fights
we use to pee in the hirshs pool
Yep. We imagined we were scientists. We planned on inventing a use for it that we could use on our little brother.
Yup. No insects would bother you until after you took a bath. Our parents didn't need to buy OFF! spray.
I wish I were a kid again (but not one of these modern kids) one of the old time dead kids. What fun we had especially summer time, that lasted forever and each day was a week long. Get home when street lights come on, dirty, tired and hungry. Eat, bath, rejuvenated and play hide and seek or cigarette tag until mom called us in...
Maybe we should live longer on the average than younger folk. We had to make it through survival-of-the-fittest experiences, just like mankind had to from the time of Adam and Eve until about 1970.
We used to play hid and go peek
like playing doctor but differnt
I played with matches, too. Once, when I was about 7 years old, I was under the covers, in my bed -- like a little tent, and was burning matches. My mother smelled them and pulled the covers off and asked what was going on? (She didn't exactly say it that way) There are all these burned out matches, and I said -----"I don't know how they got there!!!!!" LOL!
I got one more. Flying Bumble Bee kites. That's right. We would soak Bumble Bees with the hose until they could not fly. Then we would tie a string to one of it's legs and when he dried out and flew, wa la! a Bumble Bee kite. We would hang on for as long as we could, before letting it fly off string and all. Would not even consider doing this to a yellow jacket, or wasp, though we did dare each other.
There are so many things they left out.
I road my horse all over what is now west Houston.
I rode my bicycle miles from home & I did it alone.
I didn't wear shoes from the time school was out till it started again & I didn't die of tetnus when I cut my feet.
I swam in sand pits & didn't drown.
I played outside long after dark & wasn't abducted.
I walked a mile to the bus stop & took the city bus into downtown Houston by myself at age 12.
The scarest thing I did was probably eat food from street vendors.
I can still remember the tamales & how good they were. Those were the days.
we took our mother's umbrellas and tried to be Mary Poppins jumping off the neighbor's shed roof.
Only tried that once.
And Davy Crockett told us: " Be sure you're right and then go ahead"
Oh, yeah, I did that too. I also used to hitch-hike to a town 40 miles away while mom and dad were at work. I had a buddy up there. Sometimes I would ask the person that picked me up to let me out ahead of the train that ran along the highway. Then I'd hop the last car of the train and ride it for miles. There were days when I didn't even make it home. I was 15, i think.
"Had television heroes like Sheriff John and Engineer Bill"
Engineer Bill read my name off his get well list and then he'd ring his bell, I had my tonsils out.
I was warned about hitch hiking (I am a girl). %;9)
Bet you played redlight-greenlight with a glass of milk too...
lol, red light green light, I forgot about that, yes I did drink a glass of milk with Eng. Bill.
Sorry. This is for us old farts. 30-35? You youngin'!...:-)
Yep!
Oh for the Bad Old Days!
How did we survive?
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